Lighthouse Drift Park -

(of the cars and the drifting maneuvers)

(connected to the lighthouse's history)

Elias didn't brake. He initiated the slide early, the car pitched sideways, facing the dark expanse of the ocean. For a second, he felt weightless. The lighthouse tower loomed above, a silent titan. He balanced the throttle, the tires screaming for purchase on the salt-slicked road. The rear bumper kissed the concrete barrier—a spark in the dark—and then he was out, straightening the car as the road leveled toward the cliff’s edge. Lighthouse Drift Park

He swung through the "Gallery," a stretch lined with rusted spectator stands where shadows cheered in silence. Then came the Hook. (of the cars and the drifting maneuvers) (connected